Mrs. Kenfield was helpless with her daughter. She sighed and said weakly:

"Okay, go take a shower and change your clothes!"

"I'll call the maid over and have these sofa cushions starched and washed."

Xifuleya nudged her head in her mother's arms and said coquettishly:

"Mom, please let me rest for a while. I'm so tired and don't want to move!"

"Can't you take a rest after washing? Hurry up, I'm going to open the window later." Mrs. Kenfield scolded.

Sifreya murmured softly, stretched her slender white legs out from the thin blanket, and walked to the bathroom in another carriage wrapped in the blanket.

After Sifreya left, Mrs. Kenfield immediately went to the window and opened all the windows.

Suddenly, a refreshing breeze blew in from outside, taking away the beauty in the car.

Mrs. Kenfield took a deep breath at the window and was about to call the maid in to get the sofa cushions washed.

As she walked, her eyes unconsciously swept across the floor of the carriage. Just one glance and the corners of her mouth twitched.

She glanced at the floor from the sofa to the bathroom door and sighed again.

Well, I have to ask the maid to clean the carpet on the floor of the carriage as well.

After she said hello, the maid quickly came to the carriage and started cleaning, and re-laid the spare cushions and carpets.

By the time Shifraya finished washing up, the interior of the carriage had been tidied up.

With some moisture still in her hair, Xifuleya leaned on her mother's shoulder and said casually:

"Mom, do you think we can see Dad when we go back this time?"

Mrs. Kenfield thought for a moment and said, "There are so many things going on with that charity foundation. We may not be able to meet your father when we go back this time."

"Maybe he's still in another city, working hard for your man's career."